Surrogate For Alpha Dom

Accidental Surrogate Chapter 377-Rolls Reversed Ella

The gift burns through me and the ice strips away from my body faster than I

thought possible, water sliding to the floor as I push myself out, as I free my legs

and start to run.

I have to grab the door frame as I fly into the hall, using it to pivot around the

corner and keep running towards the lobby where scared humans and wolves

are pressed against the walls, staring around in hushed voices as nurses begin

to treat those who were worst wounded by the rogue priestess who came

through apparently willing to hurt anyone in her path –

I ignore them though I can’t give them any of my attention right now. I’m

focused, instead, on finding my son. I tear through the lobby, hurling the door

open at the front of the clinic and bolting through it. I’m already running, my

head swiveling, looking for any sign of the Priestess when I hear my name.

“Ella!” I spin, looking everywhere, and finally see Hank on the ground, his hand

pressed against his head, his jaw looking painfully swollen. Before I can say

anything though, he shoots a hand to his right, pointing off into the distance.

“That way!” Hank shouts. “Roger – Sinclair – ”

I gasp in relief – but then fear chases it as I realize that I have no real idea what

Hank means when he indicates that they’re here –

I start off at a sprint, using all of my senses, needing to find them –

It’s not long, though, before I see Roger stumbling towards me, covered in blood

a little blue bundle in his armsA cry rips from my throat as I put on an extra spurt of speed to get to his side,

reaching for my baby boy, tears bursting from my eyes and streaming from my

face as Roger comes stumbling to a halt, holding him out to me.

“Is he “I gasp, grabbing my baby, simultaneously trying to hold him close and

look him over –

“He’s fine, Ella -” Roger says, taking me by the shoulders. But I don’t look up at

him, instead sobbing down at my little boy, who wails like a banshee in

unhappiness and fright. I scan him through my tears but it looks like – I can’t see

my bond with my child – hoping it can

it, because Roger shakes me

Roger shouts, his hands still hard on my shoulders. “I’m serious,

He looks back

clearing

head up to look at Roger’s face when he says my mate’s name.

see how grave

me. Like I’m frozen, again,

gaze, and

to each other in the darkness. One covered in the folds of a

robes, the other…

instant, as fast as I

baby in

and my instincts kick in, making me

snarl, my teeth fully bared, already

mouth

eyes wide in shock and puts up his hands, showing me

the gift – you have to get

please, give me the

part of my poor motherly heart

every molecule within me screaming to hold him close, to never

go again…

forms in

to his godfather. Roger will

take off, sprinting towards my

Sinclair

open in the forest and wince as the bright white

think, covering the top half of my face with my hands. Is

morning?

I

I don’t remember going

wary, trying to

not even

Inside at all…

around the bright forest and down at the soft bed on

running my hands over the crisp white linens. Where the hell am

says, and I whip my head up

in front of me. I blink, trying

beautiful. She’s got to be she can’t be

ask, my voice low with awe. But

the soft smile I expect, instead bursting into

head and coming

her hands and smiling down into my face. “You’ve been asleep

about

“Am I…am I dead?”

down at me, slowly shaking her

these questions,

is fine. You’re just

ask, frowning up at her. But she

my lap.